Bird Watches Me From The Grave

That can’t be good.

I took this picture in the graveyard at Trinity after walking home from my interview.  I think it went well, they gave me the training dates.

I told my story of volunteering.  The funny part was, after telling them I’m not a cryer, I almost cried. And I’ve never cried telling my story before, never wanted to.  I’ve always felt good telling my story.

It’s not that I didn’t feel good this time, but clearly this time I was feeling something else.  Maybe seven years later I’m in touch with a different feeling I never had access to before.  I blame Lee Ielpi, one of the founders of the September 11th Families Association.  He’s a tear elicitor (in a good way). 

I have to send my St. Paul’s friend Jean a thank you note for telling me about this opportunity.  I have a good feeling about these people and doing this.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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